Last semester, office hours with Professor Papa were great. Not only did he make economics not scary, he made it exciting. But office hour with Professor Builder? Astounding. He spent half of it tearing into Doc Whitecastle's study design (as I explained it to him, so it was probably completely my fault and not Whitecastle's), but rather than feel annoyed, I just kept thinking, "I can't believe I'm sitting across from the man who designed my country's health care system." (Not this country. No one's that crazy.) He's a professor in his 70's who still takes the bus to cross campuses, teaches, publishes, works 12-hour-days, designs nations, and then spends 30 minutes talking to a first-year student. He doesn't have to do any of it. And yet he does it all.
It doesn't feel right to adopt him as a grandfather. Maybe he can be my great uncle.
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